It is now down to the last hour of my life at 23. It’s been a funny year, brilliant, breathtaking (in happiness and in sorrow), fun and life-changing. I’ve loved the year but I don’t think I’d be able to survive another one like it. The one thing it’s not been is boring. Friends have come and gone faster than imaginable and ideas changed like lightning. Weight was lost and (unfortunately) regained And all the usual inconseqential things that we call life–dinners, breakfasts (yeah, there were quite a few of those, believe it or not), haircuts, heartaches, hobbies, deadlines, books, songs, poetry, papers, languages, roommates, dresses, parties, trips, weddings, breakups, diets, social networks, hugs, gossip, discoveries, rediscoveries, re-rediscoveries… lots and lots of lessons learned.
The chief lesson has been to never plan too far ahead, and for crying out loud, stop the crying out loud and whinining! And spend less time on Facebook. And party more. And talk to more people. And exercise more. And waste less time. And go see the world, there’s bound to be a lot more to it. And hold on to and HUG the people you love. And don’t change anything about your ice-cream consumption habits. But really, mostly, just to never, ever try to guess the turns and trends. So, 23, here’s looking at you, and 24, looking forward to you.
PS. No, I don’t feel like I’m growing old… Am I supposed to?
PPS. If every year of my life were an hour, then 24 would be the perfect year, my favourite time of the day!
The chief lesson has been to never plan too far ahead, and for crying out loud, stop the crying out loud and whinining! And spend less time on Facebook. And party more. And talk to more people. And exercise more. And waste less time. And go see the world, there’s bound to be a lot more to it. And hold on to and HUG the people you love. And don’t change anything about your ice-cream consumption habits. But really, mostly, just to never, ever try to guess the turns and trends. So, 23, here’s looking at you, and 24, looking forward to you.
PS. No, I don’t feel like I’m growing old… Am I supposed to?
PPS. If every year of my life were an hour, then 24 would be the perfect year, my favourite time of the day!
1 comment:
Wait, what, you're a whole year and more younger than me?! No wonder I'm always sounding like I'm reading from Been There, Done That to you! :P Kidding. Belated Happy Birthday my dorling and you know how much I love you etc. but that I already have said! Loved the post! :D And guess what I loved most? Party More hell yes! :D muah x I know for a fact 24's already being a killer whale of a time, wishing you the same and more through ;) muah x
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